Literature
Let Me Teach You
"Hiccup, what are you doing?" I heard Jack ask as he peered over my shoulder. We were inside the Great Hall, alone for the most part. Or I hoped, I really didn't need other villagers to see me seemingly talking to myself. The winter spirit hadn't been in here when I entered, but I'd grown accustom to him randomly popping in whenever he wanted; with a hand on my shoulder as always, not that I minded at all. His touch wasn't as cold as it used to be.
"I'm reading," I replied, tilting my head down at the book on the table. "It's a very good book."
"Oh," Jack's voice dimmed, and he stepped back, only to jump over me and land effortl
